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versadies · 2 years

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may these tips guide you to your writings !

VERSADIES’S WRITING TIPS FOR GENSHIN X READER WRITERS !

SPECIAL NOTE. thank you guys so much again for the 6k milestone! your love and support has always been appreciated and i decided to make this special post as a way to help those who strive to be even more amazing writers ! as always, enjoy these tips my fellow comrades <333 — sincerely, dan 🫶

SYPNOSIS. includes tips regarding the process of writing, content, genshin characters, the writers, and appearance of your blog that’s mostly for beginners !

please take note that you don’t have to follow these tips and that this isn’t the right way to help you write, but a possible way to help you write and improve (p.s. though, you should definitely get grammar, formatting, etc. right in order for your readers to have better experience in reading your fics)

1 — the process

The following tips below this point includes the process of it such as first drafts, editing, proofreading, putting tags, and more. You may proceed to the next points if these are not the tips you’re looking for!

1. OUTLINES !

A tip I always go for whenever I want to start writing fics are essentially to make outlines. If you don’t know what an outline is, it’s basically where you give a general description of what you want in your fanfic without the full details just yet. This is super helpful especially when writing a fanfic series because you know what to do and what you generally want by the time you reach to writing that part of your fic :DD

Once you’re done with your outline, you can now start writing your first draft based on it, this is where you can now write all the details (dialogues, scenes, etc.) you have in mind in your fic!

2. WRITE YOUR IDEAS

If you ever come up with new ideas, list them ASAP! Even if you don’t think you won’t write it, keep it – it can help future you if you couldn’t think of anything to write about.

3. FOCUS ON YOUR THOUGHTS

Avoid procrastinating as you let your thoughts barf out, be determined no matter what until you finally finish with letting your thoughts out.

4. SHARING IS CARING

You can also chat with other writers – you can even chat with me if you want to talk about your passionate brainrots – because writers can spark your ideas even more with ideas they have in mind if you allow them to.

5. STORYTELLING METHOD

Another tip is to recite the words you’ve written as if you’re a narrator and see if the fic sits right with you. Doing this can help some people who want to know if there’s something that’s unclear or doesn’t sound right by reciting it. Whether you’d like to read it out loud is up to you!

6. GRAMMAR

Speaking of which doesn’t sound right, grammar matters! It’s alright if you don’t have a beta reader or someone who’s willing to help you out in checking your grammar like me, I recommend using google docs and some websites that can check my grammar.

Google docs is where I write most of my fics in and I can guarantee that it helped me out with my grammar and sometimes capitalizations. Although it doesn’t exactly fix all the grammar errors you have, it’s still decent enough for it to be used. A few grammar websites I sometimes use are writer.com and quillbot.com, so you can try using them as well if you wanna try my tip out.

7. FORMAT

My next tip is regarding the format of one’s fic. When I say format, I mean by how the paragraphs are shown in one’s post, specifically paragraph breaks. Leave some space for your fics, let them breathe. Readers like me get scared when we see the whole fic being one whole paragraph. Change paragraphs when:

A new character shows up

Dialogue, specially when someone else speaks next

New topic, idea, subject, etc. is introduced

Change of settings

When you want to pull something dramatic (oh, oh.)

When the mood of the scene changes

With spaces, it’s easier for readers to understand and process what you’re trying to say in your fics.

8. PROOF-READ IT

Another tip is related to the last process of writing fanfiction: proof-reading. It won’t hurt to reread your fic (even if you feel like you want to cringe) and see if there are some errors or typos. A tip of mine is something I came across to google when I was still new around tumblr – and it is to simply list your errors that you’d commonly make and to keep an eye out for them.

The errors could be misspellings, misinterpretation on what a certain word means, even mistaking the reader’s gender, and more.

Either way, always double check on everything until you feel like you’re satisfied or sure of your fic.

9. CW / TW

I advise you to put detailed content warning / trigger warnings in your post. Readers should know what’s going to be on your fic, especially if your post is dark/angst/mature content. Don’t forget to specify whether your fic is SFW or NSFW, not everyone who uses tumblr are adults.

10. READ MORE

By the time the fic is done and is ready to post, make sure to add a read more function. It’s going to be a hassle if your fic is really long and it’ll take a long time on swiping, so it’s best if you add the function in your fic if your fic is at least more than 700.

For those who don’t know how to put a read more function in their post on mobile, just write :readmore: and enter.

11. TAG

Lastly, the next tips are about tags. I really advise you to properly tag your fic. Use tags that are relevant and related to your fics. Some people would be disappointed if you use a tag they’re looking for and isn’t something that your fic has (example: you tagged your fic as angst but the fic is fluff for the entire post), and yes, although it’s a way to get your fic to be seen by others more, it’s better to be safe than sorry.

2 – the content

The following tips below includes writing angst, vocabularies, use of italics and bold, show-not-tell tips, dialogues, and more. You may proceed to the next points if these are not the tips you’re looking for!

1. WRITING ANGST

Be in the mood, listen to sad songs, watch series and movies, or even read books that absolutely wrecked you – the same can go for writing fluff.

Ask yourself these questions as a reader when you’re writing: is this enough to make me feel sad? Is the impact of the angst strong enough? If you say no to these questions, try to add or change something that could make it even more tragic, be it dialogues or more scenes (just not too much of course)

A favorite tip of mine is to describe the overwhelming feelings the character or the reader has. Describe how painful it was for them. Describe the agony they felt than everything else they’ve felt throughout their lives. Sure, it’s fine if you say: “He was devastated when he saw them.” But you can also say, “He felt like the world was crashing down on him the moment he saw you in such a broken state – and it’s all because of him.” Describe it, but not too much.

Try not to drag it too much. When I mean by that, I mean don’t try to make it too slow (too much dialogues, unnecessarily describing too much of the scenes, etc), it will ruin the pain for the readers. This also goes for making sure not to make your paragraphs be confusing. People won’t suffer but instead be confused if you add something that can be confusing.

2. COLORS IN TEXT

Refrain yourself from using colors on the text of your fics. It's difficult for most readers to read if you often use a lot of colors in your stories. It’s completely acceptable if you’d use them on your author note, warnings, etc., as long as it’s not in the fic. Using black is definitely a no-no because it won’t be readable at all for readers who use dark mode tumblr.

3. VOCABULARY

Vocabulary is also something important to keep in mind. Readers can pick up on how there’s a repetition of a certain word or phrase easily, so it’s best if your word choices are a variety. If you’d like to improve on your vocabulary, you can just read books, listen to music and read its lyrics – anything that requires you to read. You can explore new words you haven’t heard before and can use it on your fics.

However if you just don’t have the time, google is free comrade <33 You can either go to a few thesaurus websites (thesaurus.com, collinsdictionary.com, etc.) or ask google for synonyms of certain words so you can use those instead of the one you often use. (This doesn’t mean you shouldn’t stop using the word you always use, it just means you can go for other options so you don’t have to use the same word over and over again).

4. USE OF ITALICS AND BOLD

When it comes to italics and bold, you’d often see them in novels and fanfiction. Besides using italics to let readers know if someone is thinking, you can also use italics when you want to emphasize a lot on something! Be it the feelings of the character, a word or phrase that hits the spot, and more. If italics isn’t enough to emphasize your text, use bold instead – or even both.

5. SHOW-NOT-TELL

I sort of disagree with the “always show-not-tell” since the fic would be filled with too much description – especially unnecessarily ones.

One tip that helped me alot is to show emotion and tell feelings. It’s alright if you also show feelings if you feel like it’s important to note it.

Don’t tell how “You became happy when you saw him”, show how “Your eyes sparkled at the sight of him entering the room, your mouth twitching upwards as you watch him walk towards you with the same expression on his face.”

Don’t show how “You feel like you could barely function at all and tears keep on coming out from your eyes due to the amount of times you’ve yawned, holding onto your pen with determination of finishing the report.” Tell how “You’re fighting the urge to sleep as you try to finish your report tonight.”

It’s also okay to do a mix of both (show and tell feelings/emotions) “You almost stumble on your steps, swaying back and forth as you yawn quietly. You continued walking around the kitchen to find coffee; the events that happened last night made you not be able to sleep.”

Overall, just visualize the reactions/thoughts of the characters – be it body language, facial expressions, etc. It will be able to help readers understand more and imagine about it easily. It doesn’t have to be long and can be as short as you want as long as the thought is there.

6. DIALOGUES

When it comes to dialogues, there are few things you can use that’s based on what people do in real life (Take note, you don’t always have to do this).

When someone is thinking about something, you can interrupt their line of thought with a sudden new one. Example:

Thoma thought to himself, what could be the reason why Taroumaru has been going out a lot recen – He then gasps quietly to himself, does he have a crush on someone?!

Use filler words such as “like”, “literally”, “uhm”, “uh”, “i think”, etc. It makes it more relatable especially if the reader is the one saying them! Example:

Thoma nodded eagerly. “Yes! Taroumaru was literally barking and the general was – like speaking for him as if he understood what Taroumaru was saying! Can you believe it?!”

You can also mention their hand gestures, noises they’d make to emphasize on their words, facial expressions, etc. as they talk – it will definitely help readers imagine more as well on how they say the dialogues. Example:

Thoma nodded eagerly. “Yes! Taroumaru was literally barking and the general was like, uh,” he then proceeds to silently snap his fingers a couple of times, trying to think of what Gorou said, “he was like ‘Taroumaru, you fought the traveler too?!’ It’s like the general understood what Taroumaru was saying! Can you believe it?!”

You can also have them repeat themselves when others don’t understand what they’re saying or to get their point across. Example:

Ayato tilts his head. “So… Your point, Thoma?” He asks, lowkey amused by the housekeeper’s astonished reaction from his experience.

Thoma couldn’t believe how the young master is so laid-back from what he had just said. “My lord… General Gorou can understand Taroumaru.”

“What?” Ayato asks, knowing fully well what the blonde-haired man had just said.

“General Gorou can understand Taroumaru.” Thoma repeated.

7. SAID IS NOT DEAD

Said is not dead and can in fact be used often. Don’t use it otherwise if you want to get a description of how the character is saying something, it makes it more interesting.

You can do: “Yeah, Arataki Itto is one interesting guy.” Thoma said with a smile.

You can also do: “Happy birthday to you, OWA OWA, happy birthday to you, OWA OWA–!” Itto sings dedicatedly.

8. SUMMARIES ARE IMPORTANT

Summaries are important because they’re the ones that can let the reader know what to expect. Don’t say “idk how to summarize this. i dont have a summary.” – I know it’s difficult to think of one, but you have to keep trying – instead, you can just say “basically you feel insecure and the character comforts you” or “you’re tired, he’s doing his work. so you came up to him to cuddle with him while he’s working.”

It’s an exception if you’re doing a request and the anon’s request basically has a full summary already, that is, unless it’s an event theme and doesn’t have a summary on what it’s about.

9. PUNCTUATIONS

Punctuation marks are also important to know. Commas can help you put a soft pause on your sentence, question marks (?) and exclamation points (!) are helpful in expressing dialogues, semicolons can make a gap between two sentences smaller or introduce a new completed sentence with “however”, “therefore”, etc. Use them if you feel like you have to!

10. SAVE THE BEST FOR LAST

Lastly, a quick tip I learned from this app is to put the most important information at the end of the sentence. Try “By the end of the year, they became a couple.” instead of “They became a couple by the end of the year.” It just makes it seem more dramatic, don’t you think?

3 – the characters

The following tips below includes analyzing genshin characters and what to do when writing the reader. You may proceed to the next points if these are not the tips you’re looking for!

1. OBSERVE THE CHARACTER

Google is free. Genshin wiki is free. Reading genshin lore is free. If you have no idea how characters act, analyze them based on what their lore and voiceline has given you. When you write the characters and feel like they’re ooc even if it’s unintentional, imagine them acting on what you wrote and ask yourself if this is accurate enough.

2. IT'S NO LONGER A CHARACTER X READER FIC IF READER HAS A NAME

Refrain yourself from calling the reader with someone else’s name. It’s no longer a genshin x reader fic if you decided to give the reader a name. Not everyone has the same name and your fic would be considered as a genshin x oc (yes, even if you refer to the oc as “you” instead of “I”). It won’t be enjoyable the moment the reader has a name that isn’t what they’re usually preferred to as.

3. APPEARANCE OF THE READER

If you’re going for a neutral-appearance reader, an important thing to note is to avoid describing reactions that could describe the reader’s appearance. An example of this is blushing. When you say “You smiled softly, the light pink became evident on your cheeks.”, it’s no longer appearance-neutral since blushing can’t be seen on some people’s faces. What you can do to refrain from that mistake is to describe the feelings of said reactions.

Instead of the example I’ve mentioned, try to do “You smiled softly, feeling your cheeks starting to become warm.”

Refrain from mentioning hair as well, not everyone has the same hair and not everyone has hair. Instead of “The wind was blowing your hair”, try “You relax from the cool feeling of the wind coming past you.”

Again, one of the goals of a character x reader is to make the reader feel like they’re a part of the story, and giving them a name, appearance (unless specified), etc. won’t do it.

4 – the writer

The following contains tips regarding the mindset, thoughts, interactions, and motivation of a writer. You may proceed to the next points if these are not the tips you’re looking for!

1. CONFIDENCE IS KEY

You may not know it, but your writing is always better than you think. You just think you don’t like it because you already know what’s going to happen because you wrote it.

Be more confident in yourself and your own writing! It can make you even more determined and have more passion in writing. Avoid comparing yourself to other writers – that’s an unhealthy behavior. Don’t let hate anons get to you because in the end, they’re just people who waste their life by looking down on others for no reasons at all.

It’s scary to publish your first fic, and that’s completely okay and reasonable. You can gain the confidence to publish it by just straight on or blindly pressing the post button and leave the app immediately— distract yourself from your what-ifs and buts and just hope for the best that people will like it.

2. NO PRESSURE

Always take your time and never force/pressure yourself. Writing should be something you enjoy and not something you should stress out about. Make schedules and follow them, either that or do timers where you write as many paragraphs as you can within the time limit if you’re the type to like doing challenges.

Take breaks if required. Prioritize yourself more than your blog, give yourself some self-love! If you suddenly have an emergency, feel burnt out, etc. and you won’t be able to post your fics, you can let your followers know and apologize for the inconvenience. Don’t worry about it, people will understand and will wish you well!

3. GET ATTENTION

If you want your posts to get attention, tag as many as you can (at least 20) and make sure it’s related to your fic.

You can also interact with a blog network that reblogs works for more people to see, especially those that’s only for genshinblr, so feel free to join one if you feel like it.

Interact with your followers often. If you’re a mobile-user genshin writer, please take note that the anonymous option is turned off unless you turn it on in the tumblr website/desktop version. You don’t really have to turn the anonymous option on if you feel uncomfortable, it’s super okay. Remember, prioritize your comfort over anyone else’s. Your blog is not your job, it’s your passion. It should be something that makes you comfortable and happy.

Observe your followers. Take note of when people are active the most and what time you usually get the most likes/reblogs. Use that time to be your post time (if the time is too late, you can use the queue post option whereas it’ll automatically publish your post at the time you chose.)

If you cannot reply to others in the reply/comment section due to your blog being secondary, you can just reblog your post and reply to people (with a tag that’s for you replying to comments).

Take note, don’t force yourself to reply to other people! Again, take as much time as you need.

Self-reblogging your work is a great option in increasing attention as well! Most writers, including myself, would reblog our own works in case those who have us on our feeds haven’t seen our latest posts.

4. MOTIVATION

Motivation is difficult to get sometimes. So here are a few tips that helped me and will hopefully help you!

Expose yourself to ideas, prompts, etc. One of the things that gets us motivated is the new ideas/prompts/etc. that we made up and instantly start writing for it. If you’re going through an idea that’s in the middle of the story, use that as your motivation to write the whole thing until you reach that part.

As I’ve mentioned before, outlines can really help in helping you write down what you want in your fic. Start doing that first before writing it because you won’t have to worry about getting completely stuck in your wip.

Don’t feel lazy or procrastinate. Get yourself out of your bed and go to a spot where you can focus solely on your fic. If you feel sleepy out of nowhere while writing, go splash water on your face and listen to loud music that can keep you awake.

Give yourself a deadline for your fic. It’ll make you feel determined in finishing your fic!

Read something. Whether it’d be other fics, stories, etc. – it doesn’t matter. You’ll eventually get some inspiration from reading and get motivated to write.

5 – the appearance

A big tip of mine when designing your blog is to find your colors first. If you already have your profile pic and header prepared, that’s completely okay because at least you know what colors to aim for that can match your profile and header! A huge recommendation of mine is to explore colorhunt.co for color palettes to choose – they’re such a big help to me especially since I sometimes have a hard time trying to think of a color that matches the other.

I also advise you to put your masterlist link in your bio. People will be able to navigate your masterlist easier! You can go to tumblr's website/desktop version > edit appearance > scroll down and find edit theme > paste "<a href="insert link"> between the word you want to link it on </a>" > and then you're done! you can add as many links as you want :DD

If you need to find sources where you can get genshin characters’ faces for your banners, you can just go to the genshin wiki and search for their profile. They provided pictures where their wish art's (basically what they look like when you wish for them) backgrounds are transparent so if you’re the type to think removing their background is a hassle, genshin wilki’s your go-to! If not, then I suggest Picsart’s (mobile editing app) stickers, they surprisingly have a lot of stickers of genshin characters.

use readable fonts + visible color when adding texts on your banners.

As for pinned post, here are the things that you can put:

Short profile about you such as your name, your pronouns, age (if you’re comfortable with it), your nationality, and anything else you want people to know about.

Links such as masterlist/navigation, mutuals list, dni (do not interact), byf (before you follow), and etc.

Fandom/s (such as genshin impact, honkai impact, honkai star rail, etc.)

It’s up to you if you’d like to add some quotes, images, banners, stickers, etc. !

#— ( dan’s writing tips 🫦 )#feel free to ask me more <33 !!#once again ty for the milestone 😚😚#genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin fanfics #genshin fanfic tips

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serevena · 2 months

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This is in no way an attack at you or anyone that supports Palestine. I think what's happening to innocent people is wrong absolutely. But for people like you to say "Boycott tlou fanfics." And stuff like that whilst having links to tlou fanfics is honestly very hypocritical. How can you say "stop worrying about epussy" but before this strike even started you were doing the same thing us fanfiction writers who like these characters were doing. Us writing for the characters is not supporting the person who created the game directly. you like the characters just as much as we do, so for you to judge someone based off them liking a character is just rude.

I think a lot of people flooding the tag are very hypocritical because we can do so much and, in the end, still get no result as us boycotting may help but it does not get the GOVERNMENT to do anything. I am black, I have experienced racism yet as we boycott and protest there is still hate crimes against us every day. Those people are still going to do what they went to do, unless the GOVERNMENT puts a physical stop to it. I know it may sound very insensitive I just wish that maybe people who are like you would stop calling fanfic writers who write for tlou idiots and stuff when at one point you all did the same things.

I wish to also be educated on the topic so as I have come to you with respect, please do the same, I just want a little more information as this is only my opinion. I asked anonly because I do not want backlash on this because again it may be wrong for me to have this opinion.

I completely understand where you’re coming from but I quite literally said none of this.

I never said to boycott tlou fanfics (I may have reblogged something that said that, not sure). That’s not the issue I was complaining about, I was saying that people are complaining about others spreading awareness about Palestine, and “flooding” the tags. Its disgusting to think about the fact that people find reading fanfics of their favorite fictional character fucking them more important than spreading awareness about a genocide. It’s extremely insensitive.

Yes, I have links to OLD fics. I haven’t written in a long time, and still don’t intend to since spreading awareness is my priority right now. I’m not going to take those down because yes, I wrote porn, but that’s not what I’m doing right now. I’m able to acknowledge that spreading awareness, whether it does anything or not, is so much more important. I in no way called ANY fanfic writer an idiot, and when I wrote what I said; which I still stand by, that wasn’t even directed towards writers. It was directed towards readers who are complaining that since news about Palestine is “flooding” the tags, they can’t read their fanfics, and at the end of the day; it’s not about ‘writers’ and/vs ‘readers’ it’s about being a decent human being.

I also in no way said that writing for these characters is supporting the people who made them directly. Fuck Neil druckmann, I’m sure we can all agree on that. People can read all they want, I can’t control that; but it’s different when they complain about not being able to read their smut fics because people are spreading awareness about something very serious. There’s more important things than just smut. There was a strike. For a week. And they still couldn’t get enough. If people’s lives revolve around just fan fiction and fictional characters, I think that speaks volume and maybe they should go outside and interact ! And i’m sure we can all agree that spreading awareness about a genocide is more important than reading porn. People aren’t gonna die because they didn’t get new smut fics of their favorite character. Even before the strike, i and I’m sure many other people were never this obsessed with porn/fics to the point where we thought it was more important than a genocide.

I appreciate you coming to me respectfully, but please do not put words into my mouth.

#serevena #anonymous #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #free palestine

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pustotsvit · 2 years

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The day I died but Somehow Stayed

23th of February was so normal it hurts. It was the 23th day since my 26th birthday and 24th day since I’d finally started treating my MDD.

I don’t remember what it was that I ate. I don’t remember what song on Spotify was the soundtrack of that day. I have physical memory though - my whole body feels sore and hard to move because of the hiit exercises I started doing. It was painful to breathe, let alone walk or sit or even laugh.

I have a mental memory - I was scrolling through concerts’ ads hoping to see some rad bands performing in Kyiv in late April. My sister will have turned sweet 16 on the 28th, so I wanted to make that day a memory she could go back to every time she feels upset or broken or unable to keep pace. Be careful what you wish for, they say. Now I wish I did. As my little angel will never forget her sour 16 she met under russian occupation in Mariupol, dreaming not of Black Pink or Maneskin singing to her in the flesh, but of taking hot shower after 2 months of living in the basement of the Culture Palace she once used to go to dance classes. Once. How unfair this “once” was just 90 days ago. An eternity.

I have a memory that makes me angry and sick - an echo of a conversation me and my partner had that day. With my taking antidepressants I was also trying to finally try living again, first time after 6 years of isolation and self-destruction. We were planning to go to the Philharmonia and I was thrilled - it felt like I was going to meet the Queen, no less. Social anxiety will do it with you, beware.

I remember myself whining about the new Batman movie and how we’d rather go to the cinema if only there was any decent title. You see, I love Batman. The me from the 23th did, at least. The me who was complaining about going out to listen to some music live.

And that’s where I feel like throwing up. That’s where I get angry with my past-self.

How easy life was for her. How she took for granted the possibility to wake up to cars honking and birds tweeting outside along with a bunch of I-don’t-know-who-but-they-are-hilarious users on Twitter doing the same.

I want to scream at myself, say “why am I suffering now so much, why do I cry every night and beg the gods to take me in my sleep and not with a GRAD fragment splitting my throat open or cutting off my limbs or burning me alive in my own bed, why my concern is not that about how to find the money to finally get my mom to Prague on her birthday - cause she always wanted to visit Europe - but how to find a way to fucking just hear her voice and know she is still alive there, in Mariupol, for now she is still breathing, why am I supposed to live through this hell same way dozens of my Ukrainian ancestors did just because there’s a MONSTER neighboring my country, why am I to be exterminated just because I’m Ukrainian wanting to live in MY country and speak MY language, why the people I used to call relatives and friends who live in russia are telling me I just have to “bear with it” and “get denazificated” and “be corrected and thus saved”, why they deny every missile that hits my street or say I deserved it because I live in Ukraine, WHY?”

WHY DO I STILL REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS LIVING IN THE EVENING OF THE 23TH OF FEBRUARY?

I went to sleep at about 3 am. My body was sore and I was annoyed thinking that tomorrow I had a training scheduled. It’s a YouTube hiit marathon so I’d better not skip it.

It was about 4 am I fell asleep at last thinking about the fanfic I was writing to unwind. My personal lullaby.

And it was 5 something when my partner startled me into the reality. Fully dressed, in his Bershka parka and winter Martins. It was dark in the room and I couldn’t make out the features of his face, all covered in shadows. He was silent, probably waiting for me to fully wake up. But it suddenly felt like I’d never closed my eyes at all. The alertness was overwhelming.

When he opened his mouth to explain himself, I already knew what happened. That moment is still the one I’m trapped in. The one I died at and got myself buried in bomb shelter with kids crying and the old praying all around while the constant bombing laughs at them, knocking at our doors to let the “russian world” they brought us in.

My love opened his mouth and I think I will never be able to escape the word he whispered.

It wasn’t “war”.

It was “russia”.

Synonyms.

pic: our basement hideout at the first day of the War. People are settling in. Very cold and dusty and overall terrible. Still better to die under shelling.

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neopuppy · 4 months

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Your writing is perfect and keeps inspiring me to write my own dark nct fics 😫 Do you have any writing tips? How do you get ideas for fics? because I must say you are extremely creative. And lastly any tips for running a tumblr fanfic blog? Sincerest apologies if you've been asked any of this before - I'm new and obsessed with your writing. I really want to write and put my stuff out there but also the thought of a kpop idol finding it scares me even though it probs won't happen. I don't want any male idol to have a big ego cause we write horny shit yk. Anyways hope 2024 is kind to you!

omg thank you!!! my writing is nowhere near perfect!!!!! but who’s is right? what would be perfect writing anyway…(sunnyjinx on ao3 lol😅😅😅 my mother fucking QUEEN🧎🏻‍♀️)

as for writing tips, you gotta just write. like if you’re inspired and have your own ideas, you gotta just go for it! that’s how I started on here, I was bored during lockdown and wanted to desperately read an Alpha Jeno fic and couldn’t find any(to my utter shock..) so I was like alright fuck it, and I wrote my own. now here I am💀

I literally had no idea what I was doing, I love reading fics tho so I at least knew *what* I wanted to put out. when I was posting on here at first no one was writing omegaverse or hybrids or stepcest or darker fics for nct really, and that’s what *I* wanted to read. I thought it was weird at first how everyone acted like I was doing something terrible and wrong and writing ‘really filthy smut’ but then I started reading some fics on here and I was like lmao. wtf. my advice would be to read on ao3 if you enjoy darker genres too, READ A LOT, don’t read on here, and don’t only read my dark stuff bc I’m actually very mediocre lol. read all the dead dove stuff on ao3……even if you’re not a part of the fandom, if it has a high number of kudos theres likely chance u will enjoy the fic regardless. BTW ITS FINE TO READ ON HERE AND WATTPADD(?) IF UR LOOKING FOR ANYTHING NOT DEEMED ‘dark’. as for what I’ve found on here mostly anime fandoms write the decent darker genres. kpop mehhhh.

I get ideas from reading, consistently reading, and music, and content I absorb. like if I’m listening to a song, 9 times out of 10 an idea for a fic will come to mind. I am definitely more the type that thinks with my creative brain than anything though. its a curse bc I end up writing whatever my heads stuck on instead of touching my rotting wips lol.

as for running a fanfic blog- don’t take it serious. people don’t pay us for this shit, this is NOT a job- do not treat it like one. don’t let anyone give you shit either, BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK!!!! I think it’s better to not get close to other writers in your fandom either…..they’re almost always going to be hateful and weird. if people enjoy your writing, your community of readers will be all that matters. don’t worry about the social aspect as much or engagement… it will come as long as you’re consistent and have fun with what you’re writing. so basically- don’t get caught up in drama. its hard believe me, I’ve tried not to but 🤷🏻‍♀️ just do your thing, block weird loser anons, block anyone who comments your shit being unnecessarily rude, etc. your blog is YOUR safe space first and foremost!!!!!

lmao also don’t worry about male idols growing egos😭😭😭 they literally have women stalking them 24/7, invading their childhood homes, sitting next to them in first class, poisoning their food, bugging their phones. fanfic blogs are the LEAST of their concerns im sure😭😭😭 those egos are enormous with or without us.

good luck if you decided to start posting!💚

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mewintheflesh-2 · 8 months

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Small amount of Team Nightsky headcanons and a one shot fanfic I spent like 4 hours on

Just before Nikey was about to travel back in time (and before he fucked it up so badly he went to another reality altogether) Winona came to visit above the smog (She is one of the only people from The Sun’s Children allowed up there) to sort of see him off.

Of course, she had other intentions as well. She wanted to at least attempt to try and change his mind last minute. And it almost worked, she was starting to break through to him, but Nikey was feeling too vulnerable for his own comfort and just— left without saying goodbye.

Neither of them knew it would be the last time they ever saw eachother.

So this was just supposed to be a headcanon post but then I ended up spending 4 hours writing out a one shot fanfic :)

Summary: Winona and Mikey have a little chat before he time travels back to this past and everything is perfectly totally fine (it is not)

(For the sake of writing I will not be using the nickname “Nikey” for Nightsky Mikey in this.)

It’s decently long, tumblr won’t let me easily copy the entire thing so I am not aware what the word count adds up to. Also I didn’t really read back on it either sooooo

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Mikey stared up at the black mechanical arms sprawling out high above the Time Machine. It was almost time. His heart raced with a sickening feeling. The crystal walls glistened and glimmered as he stood in silence, the only noise was a mechanic making last minute preparations.

The doors behind him produces mechanical whirring as they slid open and close.

A higher ranking employee nervously walked into the room. “Mikey, sir, you appear to have a last minute visitor.”

Mikey sighed, frustrated. “Tell them I don’t have time for visits right now.” He spoke sternly.

“But- sir I think you’d want to see this person.” The employee spoke, careful with their words.

“…Really now.” He quirked an eyebrow and turned around to face the employee.

The employee nodded , not making eye contact with him, and instead looking at the floor.

“Well then. Why don’t you bring them in.” He spoke, expression unchanged.

“Yes sir.” They turned around and made their way to the doors out of the room.

Mikey turned around to look at the lower ranking employee tinkering with the Time Machine. “You. Are you almost done?” He called out to them

They perked up their head from their work “Ah, uh, there’s just one last thing I need to do!”

“Is it that important?”

They thought for a second. “I-I’m not sure, but when it comes to ti—“

“Then leave.” Mikey cut them off, clearly stating his disinterest in what they had to say.

“But-!”

Mikey glared at them intensely, and suddenly the lower ranking employee never had anything else to say. They swiftly got up and headed towards the door, along with the higher ranking employee, the doors closing behind them.

Mikey tapped his foot on the floor impatiently and stared at the wall while he waited for the visitor to come in. The doors slid open again, the higher ranking employee guiding somebody in the room before leaving.

Out of the corner of Mikey’s eye, he caught a glimpse of some familiar, white, long hair. His eyes widened as he quickly looked at who walked into the room. “Winona—“ Mikey stared for a minute, he couldn’t deny that his heart simultaneously soared and shattered at the sight of her.

Winona continued walking into the crystal walled room, arms crossed close to her chest, not even looking at him.

Mikey quickly attempted to regain his composure before speaking. He closed his eyes and sighed, struggling to think of anything he could say.

“Why have you come to see me.” He looked at at her with the best blank expression he could, repeating the same question he’d ask any old visitor.

“You don’t need to have your guard up around me. Even if I do hate what you've become.” She had a hard time even meeting his gaze, after all, it’d been at least two years since they’d even spoken indirectly.

Mikey looked away from her. He’d known she had to have hated him by now, there was no way she didn’t, but hearing it from her directly just did something to him.

He sighed, and paused for a second “Please, answer my question.”

“Why do you think. I came to… see you off.” The tension in her body loosened a little as she was finally able to meet his eyes. A soreness in her heart had began to surface.

He furrowed his brow. “… That can’t be the only reason you’re here. Be honest with me, ‘nona”

“Don't—“ She tensed up yet again hearing the old nickname she’d use to be called so endearingly. “…call me that.”

“Ah- right. I’m sorry.” He looked away from her again out of embarrassment.

She sighed. “You should be. But if honesty is what you want, then I will give it to you.”

Winona’s arms tightened around themselves. “I remember, the day you came back from Paldea all those years ago. You told me what happened in Area Zero, I couldn’t imagine what you were feeling.” Mikey’s blood ran cold at even the small mention of that day.

“All I could do was be there for you, promise to be by your side through whatever was thrown your way. I’d been so hopeful you’d find a way to defy him. But as the years passed by I’d realized you’d become him.” The words were harsh on Winona’s tongue. She swallowed her nerves and began to walk towards him.

“You said you were fine with it, you said it was for the better, but I knew you were hurting. And I couldn’t do anything to help. And in the end, I had to leave you in your most vulnerable moments. I still regret not trying hard enough to save you. But I know, there is still something to be saved. If you would just listen to me for a moment, please.”

Mikey just stared at her, unresponsive. Winona walked even closer to him, causing his body to become almost entirely stiff. She closed the gap between them to only a foot. She took his hand and looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Do you really want to do this to yourself. I know you don’t really want to inflict that pain and suffering onto yourself again, you can’t want to. I know the person I fell in love with is still in there somewhere, if you’d just let yourself free from this cycle. We can fix everything, all that you’ve done. There’s still time.”

Mikey stared into her eyes, his body started to tremble slightly. He couldn’t find any words to say. Winona was looking at him so sweetly… they hadn’t even been this physically close in years. Winona closed the gap between then with a swift hug, burying her head into his shoulder. Mikey almost couldn’t comprehend what was happening. What was she doing to him..? He hadn’t felt so vulnerable in ages.

“Please. If not for your own sake, then for mine.” She whispered shakily.

The strings tugging at his heart were too much to bear. She was being completely genuine about everything she had said. After all this time, after all the things he had caused, she was still willing to give him a second chance if he’d just try.

He couldn’t handle this sudden surge of emotional vulnerability that had taken over him.

“Winona…” He could feel tears sting his eyes. “I’m so sorry…”

He pulled away from her embrace and took a few steps backward, as painful as it was for him to do. Winona looked at up at him confused, arms still held in the same position from when the hug was broken.

Mikey stared at her for a moment with heartbroken eyes. Was he really about to do this? Throw away his one chance to fix everything? He better not think about it too much. He needs to do this, no matter what. He took a deep breath, and turned towards the Time Machine, that sickening feeling of adrenaline pumping through his heart resurfacing.

Winona’s eyes widened. “No, no wait, please—“ She called out to him.

Mikey turned around one last time sorrowfully before walking towards the Time Machine.

Mechanical whirring sounded as the floor around the machine began to rise up into the air. Mechanical arms began to spin above the raised floors, and a blindingly bright white light began to form in the center of the machine.

Mikey closed his eyes and began to walk into the light

“Please—!” Winona yelled as she ran closer to the raised floors, reaching an arm out in vain.

But he had already left.

The light dissipated as the spinning mechanical arms closed in on each other in a flower bud formation. The mechanical whirring began to slow to a stop. All Winona could do was just watch.

She stared where Mikey once stood in the room just a moment ago, arm still reaching out for him.

“—I love you…” She whispered to nobody.

Mikey felt his body become light and almost weightless as he was carried across time, though only for a brief moment before he reached his destination.

His body was once again weighted as he was anchored to the time he’d arrived in. He stepped onto the black crystal floors and collapsed onto them, covering his mouth with his hand, just staring at nothing through the tears clouding his vision.

He had his chance and he took it for granted. All because of his stupid ego.

If he was going to have one regret though, it was going to be that he didn’t even hug her back.

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FUCKING OW.

#mandjtv #team sky #team nightsky #sky mikeys #nightsky winona #Nightsky mikey #team nightsky headcanons #Clearskiesshipping #Cloudyskiesshipping #That’s their ship name btw because yeah <3 for Team Sky and Nightsky respectively

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Each week Lone Star Daily looks to provide you with a decent (not comprehensive) list of the fanfics that have been posted for the week. The week runs from Friday - Thursday, as that way it does give us an opportunity to put the list together. There’s no requirement to tag us as we will check the tags #911 lone star fic and #911lsfic while also combing through ao3. We currently are only going to post new fics, not updates. You can check out this week’s fics below the cut.

All our past recs can be found on this page.

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(if your fic is not tagged with a tumblr, it’s because we couldn’t find one - feel free to send us a message and we’ll be happy to add one)

TARLOS FICS

It was always you by @chaotictarlos

↳ (TK x Carlos | Break Up/Make Up | G | 3.3K)

Sometimes in order to find out just how much you’re meant to be with someone, you have to fall apart and lose them first.

what I want (what you deserve) by @rmd-writes

↳ (TK x Carlos | Coda | E | 4K)

TK might feel numb, he might feel like everything is grey, but for Carlos, TK burns bright; there’s something shining in him that Carlos is inexplicably drawn to, wants to draw the embers out of him so he can see it for himself. He doesn’t even know TK, not really, but he knows this – TK is good. He’s beautiful. Carlos wants him to feel like it.

So Carlos waits for TK to come to him, he makes him feel good, he gives TK whatever TK will let him give and tries to bank the sparks in his chest that are threatening to grow into something more. It’s not enough, but it’s what he can have.

Besides, he hates being the one to do the chasing.

Say you’ll be mine by @chaotictarlos

↳ (TK x Carlos | Friends to Lovers | G | 1.6K)

In which TK and Carlos are mutually pinning for each other because of course they are.

Too Far from Me by @moviegeek03

↳ (TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | G | 4K +)

Nothing was what either had planned. For Carlos, he had planned to move out of this shoddy apartment and into his dream home months ago. Then, everything changed. The original 126 crew were all gone. All the people he’d known for years. For TK, well, he’d lost his sobriety, his supposed soulmate, his home. Everything had changed. For both of them. Neither knew how much more it would change for them. Not until one night where they start talking to each other through the thin walls of their crappy apartments.

soul to soul, skin to skin by @marjansmarwani

↳ (TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | T | 1.6K)

Sometimes it’s easy to pretend that they were never apart, that their breakup had been nothing more than a bad dream. But as much as they might like that to be the case, there are some reminders that are too tangible to be ignored. Exhibit A: a scar on Carlos that was absolutely not there before and forces TK to grapple with the idea of what could have happened during time apart.

for you, i’d fall by @chaotictarlos

↳ (TK x Carlos | AU | G | 2.3K)

Prompt: “AU where TK and Carlos are both single parents who see each other every morning when they drop their kids off at daycare. They start chatting each morning, does it lead to something more?”

First day of school by Road1985

↳ (TK x Carlos | AU | T | 4.3K)

Carlos and TK are the two new teachers at a prestigious school. Carlos is a Spanish teacher, idealistic and full of dreams to share with his students. The other is a newcomer to Austin, with a few ghosts on his back but full of illusions with an eye on all the science experiments he is going to do with his students.

Carlos is gay and soon sets his sights on TK, but TK doesn't seem to have noticed him. Bad luck because the new science teacher has taken a liking to him from the get-go.

To a Future Full of Clear Skies by @noxsoulmate

↳ (TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | G | 3.1K)

Ladies and gentlemen, regular boarding for flight HA 81 to Oahu – Honolulu is now open. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Thank you.

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Of course, fate just had to mess with them on their big day. Why wouldn’t it? But now TK and Carlos are finally here, on their way to Hawaii, ready for their honeymoon – and things seem to be turning for the better at last…

Home by Nanerich

↳ (TK x Carlos | Canon Divergence | T | 8.5K)

A last minute call almost sends TK to rock bottom. While saving someone, Carlos gets hurt, badly. And even if they're not together anymore, TK can't bring himself to leave Carlos' side, hoping that he wakes up and they can figure their issues out.

Can we always be this close by rayraye

↳ (TK x Carlos | Fluff | N/R | 1.7K)

During the night of their bachelor parties TK gets a text from his husband to be only to realize his fiancé had texted him while drunk. cue, both TK and Carlos being very in love with each other until Lexi Mitchell sends him a photo of his drunk fiancé passed out.

how did we get here? by @detective-giggles

↳ (TK x Carlos | AU | G | 2.3K)

Distracted, TK turns back to the window. His heart pounds when he doesn’t immediately see his daughter until he spots her sitting on the floor in the corner with some Legos.

“She’s gonna be okay, you know. She didn’t look worried when you dropped her off.”

“You were watching my kid?” TK’s attention snaps back to Carlos.

“Huh? Oh. No, not exactly? I was watching you, actually.”

Or, 4 times Carlos could have asked TK out and the 1 time he did.

Caught in the Rapids by LynnOver

↳ (TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | T | 2.3K)

After some kayaking gone wrong, the 126 are called in to rescue some stuck teens. Unfortunately, TK Strand is a danger magnet and rivers are more deadly than they seem.

a good friend knows all your stories, a best friend helped you create them... by westallenkiss

↳ (TK x Carlos | Fluff | G | 1.4K)

Michelle, Marjan, and Nancy get to listen to Carlos and TK's vows before the wedding when they realize they are actual soulmates having the same opening speech...

OTHER PAIRINGS/CHARACTER FICS

i only have eyes (for you) by @marwani-strickland

↳ (Paul x Marjan | Spec Fic | T | 2K)

paul and marjan talk about their feelings.

rejoice your truth by @doublel27

↳ (TK x Nancy | Found Family | G | 2K)

TK and Nancy volunteer to staff a medic tent for the Austin Pride Parade and share some of their experiences through loving trolling. Companion fic: Proud of You by @neelyo67

lightning & thunder by @marwani-strickland

↳ (Paul x Marjan | Enemies to Lovers | E | 20K)

marjan didn't want to hear it. she despised paul, despised him and the way he was arrogant. She hated the way he had a big ego, and he was always worried about himself and nobody else, always jumping at the chance to be popular with people- mostly women- and that annoyed marjan to no end.

clear head, clearer heart by @marwani-strickland

↳ (Tommy x Owen | Coda | T | 1.5K)

tommy and owen go out for lunch.

in uncertain terms by iinryer

↳ (Marjan Marwani, Marjan x TK | Canon Divergence | G | 17 K+)

She’s been working through some shit, and clearly it’s going to get messy before she can fully put herself back together again.

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after salim, marjan gets hurt on a call, and the recovery time leaves her with a little too much room to think. realizations ensue.

a story about self discovery, acceptance, family in friendship, and letting yourself be uncertain. aka: the marjan manifesto

please don’t take my sunshine away by @charlieryder

↳ (Michelle x Nancy x Tim, Judd x Grace | Hurt/Comfort | T | 1K)

There’s many things that terrify a first responder.

For starters, going to an emergency call where they know the address or the people involved in the accident, because then you have to pretend, and suck it up, and be professional.

Then the other one, is when a first responder you know, is the subject of a call, and you know that they have people waiting on the other side for them.

#ls daily ff #911 lone star #911 lone star fic

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recurring-polynya · 10 months

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congrats on 1500!! u deserve hundred times more honestly. as for requests. the confession in "between tides" is haunting me constantly since I read it and the whole thing is so special to me! but also "brother in arms" is my favorite little fanfic I read with tears in my eyes so I hope someone will request it too. love !!

Not gonna lie, I spent weeks on that stupid Between Tides confession scene. I would work on it for a while, abandon it for a while, come back again. I both loved working on it and hated working on it. I think I tinkered more with that scene than I have with any other piece of writing. I am glad it haunts someone.

Here's a slightly different version of it.

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“Rukia,” he said, “You, uh, told me not to buy you anything for your birthday,” he started slowly. “But you didn’t say I couldn’t give you anything.”

“What are you up to, weirdo?” she murmured.

“Hush, you.” He looked down at her, and his gaze was so soft, it made her stomach drop. “I told you the other day that you deserve to hear how people feel about you, and I realized I was being a hypocrite, 'cause I haven’t told you myself. And I wanted to fix that."

Rukia swallowed. She could tell he had been trying really hard in the past week to be a good friend. She wasn't sure her ungrateful heart could take an utterly sincere and heartfelt speech about what a great friend she was and how important their friendship was to him.

“I’ve always wanted to do better for you, and I’ve never managed to.” He tucked a strand of her hair behind one ear. “There was nothing good to be had in Inuzuri, all I could do was spare you a little pain now and again. When we left, I thought if I could work hard enough, I could earn a decent life for both of us. Then Byakuya came along and gave you more than I ever could. I worked my tail off, anyway, trying to catch him, trying to have something to offer you. Didn’t matter, though, I couldn’t save you from Aizen, but it turned out you didn’t need me for that, either. Not sure you’ve ever really needed me for much of anything.”

“Renji--”

He put a finger on her lips. “I ain’t done. You still keep me around, though. So I’ve tried to do what I can. I can’t buy you a fancy house, so I let you hang out at my place and drink all my beer. I can’t fight your fights for you, so I let you hit me with all your dumb ice attacks until I’ve practically got pneumonia and you’re stronger than I am. I can’t get us back home, so I’ve tried to make this place as homey as I could. And I can’t get you back to the people who love you, which is why I’ve decided to tell you that I love you myself and hope it makes up some of the difference.” He sighed, and pulled his finger away. “A few more years of solid performance at the Sixth woulda done it, I think, and I coulda done this right.”

“Done it right?” Rukia echoed.

His shoulders sagged. “Maybe not even then.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I got nothing to offer you Rukia, except my love. But it’s yours, if you want it, for whatever it’s worth.”

Renji looked down at her, trying to gauge her reaction.

Rukia’s face was screwed up into a knot. He had no idea what this meant. “You-- you-- stupid--” And then she stuffed her face into his chest. After a moment, he realized she was sobbing. Well. That hadn’t gone along the best-case scenario, but it wasn’t the worst, either. He pulled her close, and rubbed her back. Might as well comfort her from the pain caused by his own terrible blunderings.

After a moment, she looked up at him, puffy and beautiful. He was sure she was red, too, but it was hard to tell in the moonlight. “Why?” she begged. “Why do you always sell yourself short?” She pulled away from him and climbed to her feet.

He opened his mouth and then realized he didn’t have anything to say. But before he could close it again, Rukia leaned down and kissed him.

Renji was so surprised that he did a bad job of kissing her back. It was a mess of misaligned mouths and tears and uncoordinated breathing, but at least it was short.

She pulled away and stared at him.

It was dark and it was hard to read the expression on her gigai’s face. Had he done anything right? Renji squeezed his eyes closed.

“Let’s go home,” Rukia said, struggling to keep her voice steady.

“Okay. Okay,” Renji agreed painfully, trying to stand, eyes still closed.

“You have to open your eyes,” she reminded him gently as helped him to his feet. “We can’t have you falling in the ocean.”

He laughed, a little nervously, and opened them. “Okay. Let’s go home.”

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Rukia didn’t let go of his hand all the way home. He didn’t know what it meant.

They walked home in silence. He couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t make matters worse. He didn’t regret telling her. She needed to know. It was out there now, and they would just have to find a way to live around it, the way he had been living around it for so long by himself.

He had left the front light on to come home to, and it made the house look like a firefly in the dark, friendly and welcoming.

Rukia hung up her jacket, damp from the evening air, stowed her shoes, and wiped the sand off her feet with a towel they kept near the door. Renji lingered, sitting down on the entryway step and taking an overlong time with his first boot. Rukia knelt down, and started to unbuckle the second one. She looked up at him, and saw the pain etched on his face. “Renji,” she said. “Look at me.”

Slowly, bashfully, his eyes met hers.

“I think we’ve had a misunderstanding.”

“I know, and I… I don’t even know what to say. I don’t--”

She put her hands on his knees, and used them to stand up suddenly, catching him with a fierce kiss.

“Mmmmph!” he replied, waving his hands.

She didn’t give in, putting her hands on his neck and running her fingers up in to the rough stubble on the back of his head. She let her body relax, leaning into him. His hands went to her hips, so she wouldn’t knock him over. Finally, she pulled back, and looked into his eyes.

“What,” he asked, utterly perplexed, “was that?”

“Why,” she returned, “do you think I wanted to go home, you absolute moron?”

While the idea percolated through his skull, she crawled onto his lap, settling her knees on either side of his legs, and pushed his jacket off his shoulders onto the floor. “Oh,” he said, as she started kissing his neck. “Oh!”

“You total dumbass,” she managed between kisses. “You perfect idiot.”

“You’re a perfect idiot,” he finally managed, kissing the side of her face. “A perfect, perfect idiot.”

#1500 follower deleted scenes fest #this was the most coherent of the other versions i had #most of them are just slight variations or going in some other direction for and then cutting off because that wasn't working either #if i don't get any 'brothers in arms' requests i'll post that one anyway because it's one of my favs too

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The Queens Gambit: Snippet Collection

Here comes the next snippet which would be the first scene of the first chapter of the fanfic I hope I write one day. Enjoy!

Snippet 2: Before Duelist Kingdom

On the day of her 15th birthday, Sehrazat Faizan woke up like any other school day.

More asleep than awake and with a groan.

She didn’t care that today was also her birthday, it was too earlier!

Why does school start this earlier? That was inhuman!

The dark blue-haired girl put her pillow over her head.

Any minute now Kihana would storm her room and drag her out of bed. She loved her best friend, but these were times when she wished Kihana and her family would live in their own house.

…Yeah, Sehrazat didn’t think that would stop Kihana either.

There!

She heard the familiar boom of her door open and she wanted to cry.

Today was her birthday, even a special one in her family, why couldn’t she stay at home and sleep?

Fuck, school!

“Rise and shine, your highness!”, sing-songend Kihana. She couldn’t be normal. Who was that happy, at this time?! “Today is your birthday, happy birthday my dear Sehra!”

Aww, at least this was cute.

It stopped being cute when Kihana gripped her blanket and left her in the cold morning air.

Sehrazat hissed like an angry cat and rolled herself into a ball.

Cold, way too cold!

Why were mornings so cold in Domino? How she missed the warm mornings in Lisabon!

Kihanan just tutted at her. The white-haired girl with the bluest eyes Sehrazat had ever seen was merciless. She gripped one of her arms and just let her fall to the floor!

“Hey, what was that for!”, Sehrazat shrieked offended.

The floor was even colder!

Kihana put her hands on her waist.

She was already wearing the Domino High School Uniform, her long white hair perfectly groomed into a ponytail, decent make-up which made her blue eye even more pop and her white porcelain skin glowing healthily.

“That’s the only way to wake you up, Sehrazat and you know it. We do this five times a week.”, reminds her Kihana.

Making a face Sehrazat stood up and has to control her worse not make an even worser face. She still reached only under Kihana’s breast.

Why was her best friend tall like a supermodel and she was small like a child?

They were now the same age, so unfair!

Only Sadiye, Kihana’s younger sister, was smaller than her! And that was because she really was a ten-year-old child.

Again, so unfair.

Pouting she followed Kihana to the dining room, where both their mom’s already were with little Sadiye eating breakfast.

Even if they all lived in Japan now, they still had a more wester-styled breakfast. With pancakes, cornflakes, bacon, and eggs, you name it.

That didn’t mean none of them had tasted the local cuisine.

For example, Sehrazat loved Ramen like she was Naruto from the same named Manga, but sometimes you needed a bit home.

They were all original from Egpyt, but Rahila, Kihana, and Sadiye’s mom, and her own mom Amira grow up in London, England.

Sehrazat’s Grandmother still lives there, like Kihana and Sadiye’s Grandparents.

Besides Rahila and Kihana, who were white-passing, all of them were black.

Sadiye was the first to note them.

“Happy Birthday, Sehra!”, shouted the ten-year-old, which gripped the attention of the two older women.

Her mother smiled and stand up from her sit. She opened her arms for her.

“Good morning, my little princess, and happy, happy birthday!”

Still tired Sehrazat let herself fall into her mother’s embrace. Ah, nothing to rise her spirits like her mama’s hugs! She was warm and smelled, like always after jasmine and sandalwood. Comforting and homey.

“Happy Birthday, your highness. Now you are finally 15.”, said Rahila to her and Sehrazat felt how her head was patted.

“Thanks aunty Rahila.”

They all sit down at the table and Amira signed wistfully.

“15 years already…I can’t believe time flew so fast. It was like yesterday you wear this tiny and I could pick up you whenever I wanted.”

“She still IS tiny!”, joked Sadiye and grinned at her.

Sehrazat looked at her angrily and bit into her pancake.

Kihana tutted her little sister, who shrugged her shoulder.

Sadly it was true.

Didn’t mean like Sehrazat liked to hear that.

“And you can still pick her up Amira.”, reminded Rahila.

Thanks, aunty!

Sehrazat bit harder into her pancake.

“You know what I mean.”, said Amira and then turned to her daughter. “Don’t forget, today IS a special birthday. Now you will be the Keeper.”

It took Sehrazat any amount of strength to not roll her eyes.

Ah, yes, she became now the Keeper of the mysterious Millennium Fragment which was in possession of her family since the times of the great pharaohs.

She never even saw that thing, because her mother keep it in a golden little box with Hieroglyphs written on it.

But nearly anyone treated it like it was something sacred.

Holy!

The dark blue-haired girl thought personally that it was too much. It was just some jewelry.

Yes, really older jewelry, but jewelry.

There was nothing special about it.

Or let’s say better she didn’t want to believe the stories her mother and grandmother told her.

They were just too crazy!

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sirenalpha · 2 years

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Part 3 to this post

So this last analysis on Kaoru is going to be based on my experiences in the RK fandom which is going to be broad/a mess as I entered it in the late 2000s as a middle schooler on ffnet and have been in and out of it ever since and eventually included tumblr and ao3

and looking back and thinking on how I feel about what I’ve done now, it’s mostly been a negative one especially when talking just about Kaoru as the fic for her has been underwhelming imo and the most criticism I have ever received as a fanfic writer has been for writing Kaoru

I don’t know how many of you were involved in or remember late 2000s anime fandom but in my memories of it it’s a lot of Japanese thrown in and a lot of filler tropes, but it also got you a lot of suspicion for writing a potential Mary Sue if you wrote a female character as the protagonist in your fanfiction of a shonen manga

but thinking over all the fic I’ve read, I don’t think it helped that much in terms of writing good fanfic adaptations of Kaoru, nobody really challenged the flaws in the source material whether the manga or any official adaptations

and by that I mean, I never found a good fic of a decent length about Kaoru reacting to Jinchuu and the fact people thought she’d been murdered, never found a fic that really went deeper on her relationship to her father and her philosophy on swordsmanship, never read a fic where she became master of her sword style, even a lower bar like Kaoru being trusted by Kenshin enough in battle to either be treated like Sano or have a battle couple moment weren’t really reached even in stories where Kaoru was supposed to be a badass

which is not to say that I haven’t liked any fics' portrayal of Kaoru but they’ve pretty consistently been AUs where she doesn’t do significantly more fighting and not fix it fics that are tackling the subjects I mentioned earlier

and when I do write about some of those things (and I’m not saying I do it flawlessly, I’m definitely not putting my highest effort into the fic) nowadays it feels like the energy that went to being suspicious of writing Mary Sues has been channeled into being very defensive of Kenshin even if the critiques offered and other characters reactions to the choices he made are fairly reasonable

so you can see why I jumped ship for 5 years when trying to write the stuff I wanted to see since I couldn’t find it anywhere just got me criticized and on top of that the live action adaptations coming out were bad and Watsuki got fined for cp

and speaking of Watsuki getting fined for cp, let’s talk about RK fandom and kenkao which I know is going to make people uncomfortable and probably get people mad at me seeing as I’ve already gotten anons about it but I feel like I gotta say it sometime

Rurouni Kenshin regardless of criticism for being too mature due to violence is a shonen manga meant for pre-teens and teens where Kenshin and Kaoru aren’t even shown on screen kissing, they just have a kid in the epilogue

I was perfectly age appropriate for the series when I read it and I can understand middle schoolers and high schoolers shipping kenkao because I did, you literally just don’t get what the issue with the age gap is when you’re that young

the fandom however was mostly not age appropriate, RK was serialized as a manga from 1994-1999 and so when I entered the fandom a little before a decade after it had ended, anyone who had read it as it was being published as a teenager was in their twenties and there were a number of M but really MA or E rated due to sexual content fanfics and from what I’ve heard the reason RK was falling behind in number of fics at the time and since compared to other similar series was because the fandom was hit hard when ffnet cracked down on MA content

If you’ve ever been critical of bronies and what they did concerning my little pony, you should get my point even if RK is obviously a more mature series with an older target audience because it’s still a lot of adults writing sexually explicit content for a series meant for pre-teens and teens that doesn’t even feature kissing, like say what you want about filtering and consent to read and blah blah blah it does in fact change the space and nature of the fandom around a series when the popular content is explicit even on sites that are trying to remove it

and I find the choice to do this around kenkao, specifically, extra suspect, like picking to write explicit content about a teenager with a man 11 years her senior? when you’re in your twenties and should know better? and the romance isn’t even that well written in the source material? like really please think about why this is the couple you want to write about

and I’m not even excluding myself from this criticism, I’m writing kenkao rn, it’s T rated for violence, and now as someone who is an adult and really looked over this series and knows what I do about the creator, I’m still not sure it’s the right choice to finish it and if I do finish it to leave it up just because it’s kenkao even though the main point of the fic is to give Kaoru a character arc and fix the problems I see in the manga

like ultimately with the RK fandom even if I do have nice reviewers and people willing to engage with what I have posted here on tumblr, I do not overall feel it is a good space, I have no bad feelings about letting it slowly die and just not being involved anymore

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Pardon my rambling. Illness of the mental flavour this fine four in the morning.

On one hand I want to post shit as soon as I’m done drawing but I also like keeping a queue bc then my account doesn’t die for 7-14 business days when my wrists act up not from an obligation to post just bc I like seeing people interact with my art and i know I could take a break and keeping a queue makes it so I can but also I love consistency and I just because I should take breaks doesn’t mean I like doing it and I think I may spend too much time on the internet but I’m not entirely sure what else to do with myself because what else is there to do for me as someone who can’t really go out or do most normal things. I suppose I could read but I already do a lot of that not even just fanfic I read a decent amount of novels im just horribly picky and I find the process of finding novels I enjoy exausting. I could write more music too but I already do that a lot and it’s debatable if that’s better because I end up obsessing over even minor flaws. I want to redecorate my room but I’m not sure if that’s a good idea or if I’m just tired bc I’m pretty sure I forgot to take my meds last night even though I slept what felt like a normal amount. I should also go to bed now bc I did take my meds and I know that’s definitely making my current situation worse but on the other hand I want to run. Which I know is a bad idea last time i tried to go for a run my legs gave out and I was stuck in the cold for 4 hours until my roommate woke up and could bring my wheelchair and I’m not sure when my knees got this bad. Like I could never run because I was asthmatic but it was a different kind of couldn’t like I could technically run it was just a bad idea because I’d have an asthma attack. But now I can’t because I’ll fall and won’t be able to get back up or I’ll be in such severe pain I can’t get home or one time I got lost and just kinda kept walking for almost 2 hours bc I forgot my phone so I couldn’t contact anyone and I shit you not I ended up in the neighbor town (it��s not that far and I didn’t remember crossing the highway either way) and after that I barely got out of bed for like a week. Not that I get out of bed often as it anyway and I think that’s why it feels like I spend too much time online. Because I only really remember being online because it’s the best part of my day. Like I know I have one irl I could be hanging out with but also that is so much effort and I love her dearly but it’s a different kind of yearning I think. I want to be normal just for like a day I want to have friends who want to talk to me and people to spend time with irl. But I also don’t. I don’t want people I don’t want friends and I know that. I want the romanticized version of friends that don’t have drama or problems or complexity and I think that’s why I value my online friends and my mutuals so much because it fills the social need without any of the issues that come with humans and I feel horrible saying that because I know my mutuals are human but online is comfortable and the block button is always a click away and I’m not afraid to use it but also I am because what if I’ve misjudged the situation not that I’ll ever ask.

Edit I’m expanding this because my brain has gone in a very irl dangerous direction and I need to keep my hands busy lest I do something fucking stupid. Sometimes I wonder how much my apathy shows and sometimes I wonder if it’s even apathy because I am apathetic in a clinical sense but I wonder if I’m exaggerating because I get bursts of excitement or feeling but it comes and goes in minutes like. Even then direction I was going isn’t out of and particular negative emotion it was a passive thought and I think that’s arguably more worrying bc instead of being jarring and worrying I considered making a catastrophically bad decision with all the care of someone picking want to have for breakfast. Maybe I’d feel better if I jerked off I don’t think that’s is a great idea but also there’s certainly worse options I’m wondering if this reads as much like a conversation as it feels because I don’t remember writing most of it but also reading it does sound like me but not and I don’t know why that is but I don’t want to think to hard on it so.

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Hey there. Is requests open and do you have any rules and stuff you don't write? Other than the one's I've seen you mentioned about age and underage characters, that I completely understand and agree with.

Hello Love! Yes I do and I’m so happy you were to ask me about it because there is so many things I will be talking about! My request are always open. There will be multiple different topics I’ll be discussing about.

Sexual stuff

Let first start off with underage characters, I definitely feel like if I’m going to write for Illari it is only platonic or if it is romantic it will only be non-sexual romantic. I just can’t see myself writing for an underage character that just disgusting. I definitely feel if Illari wasn’t using a harmful weapon they would put her under 18 so strictly speaking I will not be writing for Illari sexual.

Orisa + Bastion is off the charts to. I’m okay with writing for rammatra and Zenyatta sexual, ( Zenyatta is iffy but I’ll figure out the route I wanna go when we will get there.) but bastion and Orisa nsfw is also not okay. Orisa is canonically 1 years old for what I have seen and bastion just- I couldn’t even think or even comprehend wanting to write bastion in a way like that.

Wrecking ball + Winston + Echo, honestly pretty similar to bastion and Orisa I just could never find myself even writing anything sexual about them, wrecking ball and Winston I will refuse to write anything more than platonic for them. Echo I’m willing to write romantically but nothing sexual like at all💕

D.Va will be always up the age if I were to write her plan in simple.

Canon Sexuality

Soldier 76 with any female reader that not platonic is something I refuse to write, I would love to write for soldier 76 with a daughter reader or someone who he looks up to as a daughter but no way, will I be writing about romantic soldier 76 with a female reader. That just doesn’t work and I won’t even touch it and delete it if it requested.

Tracer + Pharah, just like soldiers 76 I will never be writing for them with a male romantically or sexuality, now maybe Headcannons on friends with a male reader, sure yeah I would be down to write for him with Pharah as a friendship but anything more and just like soldier 76 it a instant banned.

Obviously because Baptiste and Lifeweaver are bisexual and Pansexual i will be writing them with both female and male readers.

Overall things I won’t write for

* sighs* I honestly can’t believe I have to write out all these things that I have seen people write about but here we go, I will not write for Young as in 19-21 reader with someone like Ana, Reinhardt, Reaper, Sojourn, Soldier 76. I honestly don’t feel comfortable writing someone who likes 40 years older than them. Now if the reader were in there 40’s with Reinhardt in his 60 I wouldn’t really mind writing that but there no point and making an older person with this young bimbo reader.

Definitely aren’t writing for Non-Con. Don’t even get that shit in my request box. That isn’t okay and you need mental health. Pain/ Abusing kink, yeah… no. I’m not sorry.

Any Piss or throw up kink. Nope… I don’t even have to get into this one. This is just concerning and honestly disgusting, why would you do that?

If I say it a lesbian fanfic and I see men start liking it and interacting with it, I am calling you out for it. Cause clearly you invalidate my private space and lesbians can’t even have there space to enjoy there fanfic.

As we go along I will update this but this is what I can think of at the moment.

Rules when your requesting

Please don’t be demanding, I’m busy and I have some writers block at time. I promise I will come back to your request. It could be a week, it could be two weeks maybe even 3 months. It all consider of what I’m doing and how much I’m honestly motivated to write stuff.

Give me a decent description of what you want, I mean stuff as in like “ May I please have Widowmaker with a Overwatch agent who gets injured on a mission where talon is after them.” Stuff like this will help me so much in Describing on how I will be writing this. This makes me more easier to come back for your request.

Reading over this actually will help a lot in the sense of me writing because you will be more in tune to what I would like to write or not.

If you see a character that you really like and want me to write more for it, than send a request no more than 1 and I would definitely go to write it especially if it a female character.

If you in need of an instant comfort fanfiction send in a request with a “ RED-CODED.” Attached to it and I will definitely work on it as fast as possible.

If you see any ideas of like that I say on a separate post that small or something and you would love to see more of it, just quickly send it in and I love to write it for you with it!

This is all I know for now because i can’t think, yes my request are ALWAYS OPEN💕

#overwatch

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looserclub12 · 2 years

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Ok I said I wanted to do this …… idk how this will turn out lol

My little fanfic story🤷🏾‍♀️

Wanda Maximoff deserve a second chance of healing, happiness, and love.

First and foremost!!! These characters being To Marvel! And there creator!

Also I'm fully Aware that Vision is Wanda's actual true love! I love these two together so much ! And I'm sure they will cross paths again in the future..... but In my story she's going have a different love interest! Maybe even two. (Just going to let y'all know Upfront now.) so if that's not what you want to read then just don't Waste your time here reading.

My story is just me writing for fun so it's just a WHAT IF story, but anyway for those who stick around to read the story then I hope you all enjoy.

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It was passed midnight in New York city. A man who had been sitting at his large desk in his study’s ran a hand down his face tiredly. Doctor Strange leaned back in his chair and angled it towards the window. As he watched heavy rain slid down the window his mind once again wonder to the events that happened in the last two months…..all the jumping through universe’s all the fighting…..all the madness

All because of the Scarlet Witch.

In the back of his mind he wondered if there could’ve been a way to not only save America Chavez from Wanda but to also save Wanda from herself……truly the only way he saw that happing is if he would’ve showed up right then and there at Westview.

No reason to keep worrying about the pass, he let out a long sigh as he stood up cutting the lamp off and exiting the study, his bed was calling him; and he felt as if he was going to need the rest for whatever tomorrow would bring him.

*4am*

He hadn’t had a nightmare in the last month!

Once he was able to calm down he sat up on the side of the bed; majority of things didn’t worry him or scare him, but the last time he kept having nightmares the damn thing came true. This one however he didn’t remember what happened that made him jolt awake no monster, no red eyes, and no sinister variant of his self was trying to kill him. He came up with nothing.

He needed a glass of water.

As he made his decent down the stairs he couldn’t help but notice the atmosphere inside the Sanctorum was eerily still…… as if something dangerous was lurking in the shadows.

Blaming it on the nightmare he quickly fixed him a glass of cold water. As he turned and leaned his lower back on the counter before bringing the glass up to take a drink he drops the glass on the floor.

In shock and confusion; Strange couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

On the ground seemingly unconscious was Wanda Maximoff!

#wanda maximov #doctor stephen strange #druig #makkari #Erosxwanda #Thena #american chavez #Wong #pip troll #marvel fic #just for fun #nothing serious

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pikapelt · 2 years

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Old Tigers Can’t Learn New Tricks

Summary: Kotetsu’s tired of being teased about only being able to cook fried rice. He’s prepared to prove them all wrong. No, really.

AN: This takes place somewhere between The Rising and T&B2. Kotetsu and Barnaby are too much of a married couple in the new season that I suspect something finally happened during that time-lapse.

I also just wanna caveat that I haven’t written fanfics in nearly a decade, so I’m really sorry if this is a bit rusty. But these characters have been living rent-free in my brain for nearly a year now and after royally screwing up dinner the other night I felt inspired to write something. That something ended up being 2k words on Kotetsu being the dork we know and love. Hope you all enjoy this!

I don’t have an AO3 account so decided to just post this here.

Shitty title is shitty.

Pao-Lin’s birthday was tomorrow, and the heroes had decided to do a potluck at the work to celebrate. Karina was the main organizer and made sure to stress that there was one rule: it had to be homemade. Something about it being more heartfelt. Which Kotetsu was totally fine with. He was a great cook, ask anyone!

Or at least, he was totally fine with it until Antonio and Nathan both turned to him and ordered him not to make fried rice. Oh come on! He complains to his friend a couple times about all the flack his mom gives him and now it’s a thing? And then Barnaby, his own Bunny, had the audacity to also comment on him not making fried rice for tomorrow. But Pao-Lin loved it when Kotetsu brought them all his signature dish for the babysitting gig!

So, he grumbled an agreement, because lord help him, he was going to prove to everyone that he does in fact know how to cook more than one dish! And it’ll be so damn good it’ll knock the grumpiness right out of those new rookies.

The recipe seemed easy enough. Basically, just some cheesy pasta with broccoli. And hey, Bunny and Kaede kept insisting he needed more vegetables, so look, go him. The ingredients called for stuff Kotetsu had never even heard of before, but that didn’t deter him in the least. When he couldn’t find whatever the hell boursin cheese and malfadine pasta was, he figured gouda and angel hair would be good enough. The picture on the recipe looked like long noodles, and hey, angel hair was long. And who doesn’t love gouda?

Once home, Kotetsu tied on his apron, mentally preparing himself for the amazing dish he was about to make. Glancing down at his phone, he noted that the recipe called for “shaved” broccoli. Pursing his lips, he looked back over to the bag of greens he got and shrugged. Eh, fuck it. Florets were good enough. It was still the same damn broccoli.

Grabbing the two pots he had in the cupboard, Kotetsu filled one with water and the other with broccoli. As he worked on stirring the greens, he noticed the other pot begin to boil, and he quickly added the pasta. Or. He tried to. Attempting to dump half the box into the pot lead to a vast majority of the pasta scattering across the stovetop. Cursing, Kotetsu scrambled to pick up as much of the stringy pasta as he could before he could smell burning. Aaaand now his broccoli was burning. Just great.

Tossing as much of the pasta as he could into the pot, Kotetsu frantically stirred the broccoli to try to salvage what he could. It was going decently, until stray bits of pasta began to catch on fire from the stove’s lit gas. Shit shit shit shit. One hand continuing to stir, Kotetsu grabbed what he could with the other and tossed the flaming bits of pasta into the boiling pot. He prayed to whoever would listen that the flames didn’t decide gluten wasn’t enough and needed to feast on his very exposed wrist.

Fire mostly put out, Kotetsu decided to go ahead and add the cheese to the broccoli. The taste would mask any burnt crisps, probably. Except…ten minutes into letting the cheese sit on the hot pan and the little pieces of shit still weren’t melting. Frowning, Kotetsu turned off all the burners, wiped his hands on the apron, and searched on his phone for the best way to melt gouda. Huh, microwave it is.

Scooping the clumps of cheese out of the pan and into a bowl, Kotetsu shoved them into the microwave and stood as patiently as he could for the next 15 seconds. He cleaned up what he could, tapping his foot anxiously against the tile as he waited for this damn cheese to melt. It would be the only saving grace to this disaster of a meal.

As soon as the ding popped up, he opened the door with a semi-hopeful expression, only for it to drop immediately to see the still solid-looking clumps of gouda. Cursing, he slammed the microwave door shut and nuked them again. And again. And again. By this point it wasn’t so much melted cheese as weird lumpy bits of goo. Having a feeling that this was about as good as it was going to get, Kotetsu groaned and reached for the bowl, only to yelp in pain as the porcelain was significantly hotter than he anticipated. With barely suppressed frustration he yanked a towel off the oven handle and wrapped it around the bowl before grabbing it and dumping the cheese goop onto the pasta.

Mixing everything together as best he could, Kotetsu had his doubts about the food. It….didn’t look appetizing. But hey, looks can be deceiving. Don’t judge a book by its cover. All that jazz. Filling up a small bowl for a test run, Kotetsu took one bite before glaring with pure hatred at the remainder of the pasta. It was fucking disgusting.

Throwing his hands up in surrender, Kotetsu grabbed a beer from the fridge and huffed his way to the living room, not even bothering to clean up the mess he had just made in the kitchen. Pouting as he plopped himself on the couch and cracked open the drink, he took a long hearty swig of the bitter ale as he considered his options. It was too late, and he was too damn frustrated to start over, but maybe he could call Barnaby and help out with his dish? Then he could claim it was a team effort. Kind of a cop-out, but hey, Karina never said it was a rule that he couldn’t.

With a sigh, Kotetsu got back up from his couch to retrieve his phone from the war zone of a kitchen. Barnaby was never gonna let him live this down and he knew it. Hesitating for a moment longer, he let himself call his partner.

It took longer for the line to pick up than he expected, but as soon as he heard a weary hello, Kotetsu felt his lips finally turn up into a smile. “Bunny! Hey, want any help with your potluck dish? You know I’d be more than happy to come over and lend a hand.” There was a brief pause as if Barnaby was taking his time to consider his answer.

“Sorry Kotetsu, I’m just about done here. I mostly need to clean up and then was going to take care of my plants for the rest of the night.” God damn it. There went that plan. Although….

“You, uh, want any help cleaning?” This time, Barnaby did not hesitate to respond with a swift no. Well, guess he was still holding a grudge from last month.

“Aw, c’mon Bunny! You know it was an accident! How was I supposed to know you kept your dish soap and dishwasher gel right next to each other?” There was a bit of a plea in his voice. If he contributed at least something, then he could get away with “helping” make the dish.

“Old man, it took two weeks for the new parts to come in for the repairs. You are never touching my washer again; do you hear me?” An argument was on the tip of his tongue when Barnaby cut him off with a sharp “Do you hear me, Kotetsu?”

Rolling his eyes at his partner, the older man gave a nod. Remembering Barnaby couldn’t see him he quipped “yeah yeah Bunny, I hear ya. I’m old, not senile.”

“Good. Now, is there anything else you needed?” Kotetsu could just hear the smugness in the other man’s voice. God, why did Barnaby have the most punchable yet kissable face? It really gives a guy emotional whiplash.

“Nah, think I’m just gonna watch some tv and call it a night. See ya tomorrow Bunny.” He almost added a ‘love you,’ but knew Barnaby wasn’t quite ready for that kind of send-off. They were taking it slow, and Kotetsu could respect that. Trauma was a bitch.

“Good night Kotetsu,” his partner said softly, before hanging up.

Sighing, Kotetsu placed his phone on the coffee table and glanced over to the kitchen. He was going to need a few more beers before he tackled that mess.

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Juggling four boxes of pizza in one hand as he swiped his badge on the turnstile, Kotetsu looked around nervously. He knew he was going to get flack for not bringing something homemade, but he’d rather deal with that after at least one cup of coffee. Resigning himself to his fate, he headed for the elevators.

And sure enough, one rallying cup of coffee later, Kotetsu’s ass was called out the moment he walked through the sliding door of the gym. All eyes were on him, at least of the heroes who had shown up so far, and Subaru, of course being him, was the first to say something. “Hey! That’s cheating! It was supposed to be homemade, Tiger!”

Sighing, he placed the pizzas on the table where other food was spread out, dividing the boxes in stacks of two for pepperoni and cheese. “Yeah, yeah, I know. But…” He’d been thinking about his excuse since last night. Kotetsu really didn’t want to be the butt end of a joke for the next week because he really can’t make anything besides fried rice. And he sure as shit wasn’t going to admit as much. “Well, something came up with my daughter last night so I kinda ran out of time.”

The annoyed expression on Karina’s face quickly turned into one of panic. “What’s going on with Kaede?”

Shit. Okay, using his daughter as a scapegoat was not a great idea. Eyes wide, he turned to his younger coworker with hands held up. “Oh, no! Nothing’s wrong! She just uh…needed help. With homework.”

The look of panic on the girl’s face slowly transformed into confusion. “Huh? Homework? But usually, she calls me if she’s stuck with something?” Damn it, he forgot Karina was bit of a mentor to his little girl after they met. C’mon Tiger, think of something.

“O-oh, well, it was Japanese homework.” There. That was a safe option. No one would question him on that.

Sure enough, Karina nodded, concern gone. Before Kotetsu could say anything else that could have potentially dug his grave deeper, a hand tightly clamped onto his shoulders. Startled, he looked over to see Keith with his typical million-watt smile. “C’mon guys, let’s not give Mr. Tiger a hard time. I for one love pizza!”

Goddess bless Keith and his overflowing well of optimism. The heroes that were around murmured their agreements and carried on with decorating the gym for Pao-Lin’s birthday.

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Kotetsu had been deep in a conversation with Pao-Lin, Laura, and Ivan when he spotted Barnaby walking through the gym door with a tote bag. Waving excitedly to his partner, he excused himself from the others so he could greet him. The blonde looked around at the table, eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Kotetsu, where’s your pa-“

Kotetsu quickly cut him off, “pizza? Oh, right here Bunny! I know you prefer the one with veggies, but figured I’d play it safe and get the basics for everyone.” Damn it, he forgot he’d showed Barnaby the recipe he found while scrolling through his computer at work. Absolutely avoiding paperwork.

Barnaby raised a brow, quietly commenting, “that bad huh?” before opening his tote and pulling out a large, ceramic serving dish.

Placing it on the table with the rest of the food, the blonde had a small smirk on his lips as he lifted the lid to reveal an entire platter of fried rice. Glancing over to his partner, his smile became more apologetic. “I only told you not to make fried rice so I could surprise you with mine. I think I finally got the recipe right this time.” Kotetsu’s heart swelled at the gesture, wishing he could kiss his Bunny right then and there. Instead, he settled for a gentle hip-check. A silent I love you too embedded in those actions.

“Hey Kid, come try this rice and tell me if it’s any better than mine! I know it’s been a while, but Bunny over here had to steal my thunder, so we need an unbiased judge!”

AN: I imagine Keith bringing in cupcakes with little icing pawprint decorations. Because of course he would.

#taibani #kotetsu x barnaby #t&b2 #t&b #tiger and bunny #tiger & bunny #kotetsu centric #kotetsu t. kaburagi #fanfiction

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artistgoudeau · 3 years

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Black/fem reader x Everyone “The Do-Over”

Reader is a huge Blerd (black nerd) that gets transported to Attack on Titan universe in the year 843. She “luckily” was coming home from vacation. Fell asleep on the plane and woke up outside the walls (with her bags to make life easier for y/n) Now reader is curvy and has a fat ass (I DO make the rules). This, plus her darker skin and fluffy hair, drives everyone crazy. Erwin, Levi, Miche, and Hange are all very close. Rumors go around about them fucking all the time. But no one could prove it. You didn’t even know if they liked each other. You could only guess. But Erwin is always so interested in talking with you. Clumsy man seems to always drop something on the floor for you to bend over and reach. Hange squeals everytime she sees you and is NOT shy about flirting with you. You’re so pretty and she genuinely is curious about you. She ends up brushing her hands in weird places but that’s just her being extra excited. Levi is canonically a virgin so you wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable with your cleavage and fat thighs when it was hot and you had to train. But it seemed okay because everytime you looked his way, his eyes would travel up from your ass to your eyes and stay there. Miche was the most obvious. He liked to flirt and joke about what your babies would look like. How those kind of hips are rare and he would love to help you with extra training. He would sniff you often. Commenting on how your hair smelled so soothing. You catch the other three vets staring daggers at him if they happen to catch his flirting.

One day you overhear a conversation happening in the commander's office. Eavesdropping isn’t very nice.

Miche: good GOD I can’t take much more of this..

Levi: Are you some teenage idiot who can’t keep it in his pants? Y/n has probably had enough of the fucking flirting! You’re her superior! Act. Like. It.

Hange: Now WAIT A MINUTE! I know for a fact you’ve been beating off to her in the showers!

Levi: And just how THE HELL would you know that?

Erwin: Okay. Okay. Let’s not beat around the bush, y/n is very…ahem… attractive. But we can’t just all gang up on her with our feelings.

Miche: Why not?

Hange/Levi/Erwin: WHAT THE FUCK?!/ Hah?!EXCUSE ME!

Miche: whoa whoa whoa! I didn’t mean FORCE HER! I meant what if we all approached her in our own way and try to actually build bonds with her. She will feel left out if only one of us showed interest and the rest of us just ignore her trying to be nice. Besides, I don’t really want anyone else to have a chance to steal her. If we can learn to share we might be able to make this work.

Erwin: That is incredibly-

Before your commander could even finish his sentence you dropped your papers you were holding close to your chest as you leaned your ear to the door to listen. Up until that moment you had very sinful thoughts about most of the scouts. Muscles + being in an unfamiliar place with no one to relate to or really even looks like you = sad(horny) and desperately seeking an excuse to act out. It was juvenile, you knew. But you had been transported to an ENTIRELY fictional world where you knew everything about everyone and you were the ONLY brown skinned person in the walls! You had been stuck out in the wilderness when you were caught by none other than the Commander himself.

~Flashback~

You both stared at each other for what felt like hours. Him: looking at a woman with features he’s NEVER seen before. A person that only exists in the past and in his fathers stories about the world. You: completely stunned by the fact that one second you were at the airport on your way home from vacation, and now you are staring at a man (that you have definitely read questionable fanfiction of) staring at you. That would just be too good of a cosplay to have a giant naked man also running behind him to catch up to you two. Then you snapped out of it and called him by his name.

Y/n: ERWIN MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!

You were running towards him before you even registered what was happening. You ran to his horse's backside and stood at a decent distance before you smacked its ass and it ran like hell. Erwin seemed to be in a trace as his eyes followed your frame but his hearing stopped working. When his horse suddenly lurched forward he was nearly thrown off but had enough sense to right himself before turning to look back at you trying to run the titan in a different direction. What the fuck are you doing?

Y/n: oh fuck! I’m gonna die! I can’t believe this! I hope Erwin is okay! God if you’re there I need some fucking help!

God answered your prayers that day.

As if on cue (like it’s a tv show or something) the titan suddenly is struck from it’s nape and falls a few fucking feet from you!!! You didn’t even have to look up to know that it was Levi who came to the rescue. Not that you could, you were currently hyperventilating, sweating, and swearing.

Levi: hey! HEY! Look at me! Can you tell me your name? How did you get out here? Are you alone?

You had enough sense (and therapy) to try and focus on his words.

Y/n: my name is y/n. I don’t know. And I don’t know. I just woke up here.

Levi: outside the walls?

Y//n: looks like it.

Erwin finally speaks up after watching Levi save you then listening to Levi question you.

Erwin: How is that possible? There’s no one living beyond the walls and someone as unique as you would’ve been hard to miss inside the walls.

You look at Erwin and you can’t control the deviated look on your face. Both of them catch it but they don’t know what it means. You are crashing now from the rush of life saving adrenaline. You need to be quick and concise here and get your point across.

Y/n: I am not from this world. But everything you know about the Titans and this world has been a lie. *you look to Erwin and stare into his eyes* Your father was right, Erwin. And because he was so close to the truth the MPs killed him. And he WAS very close. I know the truth the king is hiding from you all and I want to make this right.

Erwin and Levi are stunned. The truth of everything?! Dropped seemingly from the sky!? This must be a trap! But Erwin's father being mentioned was entirely too specific.

Erwin: How do you know my father if you aren’t from this world? How do we know you aren’t a mad woman dressed so strangely and speaking in a dialect I can’t quite grasp. Even if you aren’t mad, how could we possibly know you are telling the truth.

You think for a moment then look to Levi

Y/n: Your name is Levi Ackerman. You were born from Kuschel Ackerman, who was a prostitute, so your father is unknown. She died while you were still young and you were raised by a man named Kenny. He taught you how to fight with a knife and then left you when you could defend yourself. You and you friends, Isa-

Levi: ENOUGH!

You flinch away but you understand. You just told a lot of his personal business right next to Erwin and you’re almost sure he didn’t know all of that. But accuracy was key here. You couldn’t be lying or crazy to recount his life in such detail. He and Erwin were stunned.

Erwin: I think it’s best if you come with us.

Y/n: please. I promise I just want to help humanity.

Levi: tch by spilling everyone’s personal information?

Y/n: no. Because I know everything that happens concerning the titans, humanity, and survey corps for the next 2000 years. And in the next five years, if we don’t change the future, humanity and the earth itself will be 80% decimated. The ground will be uninhabitable for hundreds of years. And even when humanity somehow survives. The land you all currently occupy. Your cultures. Your literature. Your pasts, presents, and futures will be completely eradicated by the outside world in the next 2000 years. Please believe me. I DON'T want this to happen and I’m sure you don’t either. What’s more, I can prove it.

Erwin: Show me.

Chapter end

Please leave comments and criticisms. I am just starting out writing fanfics and I want to make sure I’m doing something right lmao.

#erwin x black reader #erwin x reader #levi x black reader #levi x reader #miche x reader #miche x black reader #hange x reader #hange x black reader #aot x reader #aot x black reader #attack on titan

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The Villain

Summary: Wanda is an Avenger, a hero. Wanda’s girlfriend’s father is a villain, though Wanda doesn’t know that. What happens when Tony Stark successfully kills him?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, some descriptions of violence, me not knowing how guns work (please tell me if I missed any!)

Word count: 1859

Prompts (taken from thecharactercomma.com): ‘A character finds out their best friend is destined to be the next villain’ and “You’re so convinced that I’ll hurt them that you haven’t considered that’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.”

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Y/D/N = your dad’s name

A knock on the door awakens Y/N from her slumber. She grumbles, looking at her surroundings for a moment. A blue hue hits coming from the TV hits her face gently. She fell asleep to her couch while watching Wanda’s favorite sitcoms to understand the references she threw around their conversations. Knocking comes from the front door again. Y/N stands up and quietly walks to the door, looking through the peephole to see who could be at her door at this time of the night. She sees Wanda’s ragged face.

Y/N opens the door. “Wanda, what are you doing her?” She pulls her girlfriend into a tight hug. “Are you okay?”

Wanda nods, breathing in Y/N’s comforting scent. “I am now. Can I come in?”

“Of course, come on. I’ll make you something to eat and you can take a shower if you want to, okay?” Y/N starts walking around the apartment after sitting Wanda down to the couch. She starts going through the kitchen cabinets, looking for something to make for her. Deciding a sandwich would do for now, she starts taking out the ingredients.

“Bewitched.” Wanda comments from the couch.

“Huh?”

“You’re watching Bewitched.” Wanda smiles widely, her heart fluttering. She knew sitcoms were never Y/N’s favorite genre of TV shows, but the fact she was watching them for Wanda, made her feel warm inside. “How do you like it.”

Y/N giggles. “It’s actually better than I thought. I see why you like it so much.” She comes to sit next to Wanda, giving her the sandwich she made. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” She asks, nodding at the dirt and small bruises on her face.

“A mission.” Wanda sighs. “It was a rough one, but still successful I suppose. We almost had him, but people would’ve died if Tony hadn’t killed him.” She takes a pause, taking a piece of the sandwich and swallowing before talking again. “It would’ve been better if we got him alive, but this is a victory nonetheless.”

“Who? A big bad villain?” Y/N smirks playfully.

Wanda giggles, shaking her head. “One of the baddest, Y/D/N.”

Y/N freezes on her place. Her eyes turn wide and her breathing shallows. Wanda doesn’t notice the change in her posture right away, instead, she continues talking about the mission. How he had kidnapped bunch of people and murdered two men, who were most likely ex business partners. Y/N knew that already, her dad had told her very early on that he hurts bad men. That some people might call him a bad man, and her was okay with that, because there were even worse men in the world. He never killed innocent people, he did hurt them for his own advantage, to distract the heroes from stopping him doing his main goals. The two men he killed today were in fact previous business partners, but they did horrible things for fun. Shot endangered animals, drugged and did bad things for women, there were even rumors they hung around in pedophilic rings. When Y/D/N found out about these allegations, he stopped working with them and killed them. Just like that. Killing was never a problem.

“Love?” Wanda touches Y/N’s shoulder, bringing her out of her head. “Are you okay?”

Y/N nods, looking straight ahead. “I need to do something.” She stands up, brushing Wanda’s hand off of her. “You can stay here and do whatever, I’ll be back before morning.” She starts changing her clothes into more decent ones than her oversized t-shirt and sweats.

“Where are you going at this time?” Wanda stands up, following her around, the sandwich now forgotten.

“I just need to go, don’t worry about it.” She gives Wanda a quick kiss. “I’ll be back before you know it.” She walks out of the door, leaving Wanda to stand in front of it all alone.

Y/N sobs inside Stefan’s, who is her father’s right hand man, arms. He is holding her tightly, also feeling devastated from the loss of his best friend. Three other men stand around them, hanging their heads down, sad and ashamed they couldn’t save him. Other people liked to call them a gang or a mafia, but they didn’t see themselves like that. To them, they were just a big family that happened to kill bad people. Of course, others wouldn’t see it like that.

“You know what happens now, right?” One of the men ask as Y/N’s tears subside.

She backs away from Stefan. “No, I don’t.”

“Your father left you a list of names, you have to continue his legacy.”

Y/N stays quiet. She had to wear his mask and become a new him. It was always meant to be hers, just not this soon. She picks up the slightly broken and dirtied mask from the ground, turning it around in her hands. It feels heavy. The mask is originally black, though now it’s coated in blood red paint. That’s what they did, made the mask redder after every kill. Now it had to be cleaned back to its original color. The cycle begins from the start after the mask passes to the next generation.

“I don’t think I’m ready.”

Stefan sets his hand on her shoulder, rubbing it in a comforting manner. “I know this is sooner than we thought, but you have to be ready. It’s your job now.” He digs a paper from his pocket, giving it to her.

The paper is full of names, some of them crossed off. Every name on the lost had done something horrible to get a place on the list. What was considered horrible, was up to the maker. All of the leaders made a list, it was their life goal. Unless they died, then the next person had to cross off the rest of the names. Only after it they could build their own.

“You have to finish it. Kill them for your father.”

“And Stark.” Another man comments, his voice full of venom when he spits out Tony Stark’s name.

“I’m not going to kill Stark.”

They don’t know she is friends with him and the rest of the Avengers, or that she is dating the Wanda Maximoff. Even her father was in the dark about this. It’s not like Wanda knows about her father either. She just couldn’t get the words out of her mouth.

“What? He killed your father! He deserves to die.”

“He is not on the list. I’m not killing him and that’s final.” Y/N commands, her voice rough. She didn’t recognize it. It wasn’t like her to yell or to be cold. Now, she had no other choice.

The man nods, silencing himself.

Y/N glances at the list. Sighing, she stands up straighter and gives the mask to Stefan. “Clean it up, we have work to do.”

After a week, four names have been crossed off the list. The Avengers never got close to catching Y/N, because she knew them. She knew their priorities when it came to missions. Get every civilian out of danger. It was easy to cause a distraction that included innocent people without actually hurting them. Just like her father did.

Y/N punches the man. She is at a bank vault with the owner while the rest of the men are holding the workers and customers hostage in the main area of the bank. It was working flawlessly, at least so far.

“Do you know what you’ve done?” The man whimpers and shakes his head. “No? You have no idea what these pictures were doing in your computer?” Y/N shows him a few pictures she printed out. The man is looking away, not wanting to show any reaction to the photos. “You’re disgusting.” She holds up a gun to his forehead, clicking the safety off.

“No, no! Please, please let me go! I was forced to take them! I didn’t want to, please.” He starts pleading.

Pathetic.

“So, you did take the pictures?” The man nods, his whole body is shaking in fear. “I need you to say it.”

“I took the pictures!”

Y/N hums and shoots him straight through his brains. Spitting on the man’s dead body, she starts walking away from the vault. “I’m done down here, we’re ready to leave.” She communicates to her men through an ear piece. When she hears confirmation from Stefan, she starts jogging to the back door, ready to leave everything behind.

But life wasn’t on her side today.

A familiar with descends in front of her, stopping her to her tracks. “You aren’t going anywhere.” She growls, her eyes gleaming red.

Y/N stares at her. She raises her hands over her head slowly, dropping her ear piece and smashing it under her foot. Her men knew what to do, they didn’t need her guidance anymore.

Wanda frowns slightly, but covers it up quickly. She didn’t expect her to give up so easily. Y/N rips off her mask and throws it to Wanda, showing herself. Wanda gasps. Her stance falters. “Y/N?”

“Hey, you.” She gives her a weak smile.

“Wh-What are you doing here? Why are you wearing that mask?”

“He was my father, Wanda.” She nods towards the mask. Wanda’s eyes widen even more if that’s physically possible. “I had to continue what he left behind.”

“Killing people?”

“Bad people.”

“What are you talking about? Those people up there aren’t bad people!” Wanda glances at the gun in Y/N’s hand. “Drop your gun.”

“You’re so convinced that I’ll hurt them that you haven’t considered that’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.” Y/N ignores Wanda’s command. “My intention was never to hurt them, they were merely a distraction.”

“A distraction?” Wanda scoffs. “They are people, Y/N, not distractions.” Her stance changes again, it goes back to the hero Wanda. “Did you do everything that happened this week?” Y/N nods. “Drop the gun.”

“I’m not killing innocent people, only those who deserve it. So did my father.”

“Your father killed the previous president!”

“He was a rapist and a liar!” Y/N yells, making Wanda waken her magic. “He was a bad person and he deserved to die.” She says, now more calmly.

“No one deserves to die.”

“What about Hydra? Thanos and the chitauri? Ultron? My father? They are all dead. Did they not deserve it?”

“We had no other choice.”

“Neither do I.”

The two are staring at each other, quietly, both wondering what was going to happen now.

“I’m not going to come with you.” Y/N whispers. “I have a job to do.” When Wanda doesn’t answer, she picks up her mask and puts it back on. It covers her whole face. “I still love you.”

“I know.” Something takes Wanda’s attention away from Y/N, most likely someone talking to her through comms.

Y/N uses the moment to her advantage and runs away. Wanda could’ve stopped her, easily, but she didn’t. She chose not to.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff #mcu #marvel #marvel fanfiction #fanfic #angst

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